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Prosaic-Scriptor — Ending
Published: 2011-08-11 08:39:07 +0000 UTC; Views: 505; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 8
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Description Tasting the end on the smiles I give,
I am wading in wrinkles of us that we've lived:
fumbling all our syllables,
eloquence eluding tongues. 
I wonder if we're loving
or just living as I leave. 

Ducking our eyes as we rebuild old walls,
a shushing graze startles your heartbeat to fall. 
Crumbling our filigree,
the goss'mer-linked nodes. 
When surviving feels like dying
I'm ashamed we do no more. 

Dreaming of the past we flew from while we wished the sun to still;
the time's not right to leave you but we're dying like we will
when that engine revs and truth collides
with tears released from iron ties -
I'll be loving you forever till the day we kiss goodbye. 
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Comments: 5

Hypergorf [2011-08-23 06:54:57 +0000 UTC]

I keep trying to figure out the mood of that last line...

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Prosaic-Scriptor In reply to Hypergorf [2012-02-13 09:22:05 +0000 UTC]

Saying goodbye.

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RalfMaximus [2011-08-16 20:51:59 +0000 UTC]

It's alllllmost like a limerick. Activates the same brain centers, anyway.

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Sesquipedaliaphile [2011-08-11 23:41:44 +0000 UTC]

8'(
College time means no more friends who live 'round here.

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Prosaic-Scriptor In reply to Sesquipedaliaphile [2011-08-12 18:32:02 +0000 UTC]

I'm glad you understand. Parting is such sweet sorrow... :/

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